Category Archives: Poetry

The birds are chanting my name

The chirping reminds me what it meant to casually open a door and step without caution onto splinting grounds in the comfort of uncertainty following the trail lead by sparrow’s squawks. They stay calling, the birds, it is true as … Continue reading

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even now, as the Sun shines

by choice, i walk with the clouds in darkness, i feel joy under the rain, i am dry head full of knowledge, i remain empty even now, as the Sun shines the birds rise and chant my name my face, … Continue reading

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Whispers in Black

Black fireworks spark the sky And the waters that drip onto the black lake mirror the faceless child with the black eyes Cool is the trembling that shakes the black dirt under our feet We hear the call of our … Continue reading

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Views

I don’t know what people see that I don’t see when they look at me.

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daysleeping

the best thoughts come when i’m near sleep and too lazy to get up and jot them down.

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ENERGY

Energy is measured by how bright the room gets how warm smiles shine how high spirits are lifted how calm the nerves become how sweet the truth sounds when you enter the place.  

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Buffering

There is a twirling like the loading symbol of incomplete thoughts on a two-thirds filled waterbed.  

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Fighting

I didn’t notice the silence or the ringing in my ears I’m shaking keeping my fist stiff a walk in a dark alley The bullets bury themselves alive in the minds of thoughtful youths Blankets are still warm there’s cotton … Continue reading

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Am I okay alone

I don’t like walking behind smokers not because of the filth in their air It’s because I’ve already got a cancer And it’s in the way that I look at you I started picking at my nails around 2:30 then … Continue reading

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Rope.

I was a bully. I said all the bad things. I made her cry. I made her go back home. I made her quit. I broke all of the pieces. I broke. She came to me one day. She said … Continue reading

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